184 FLORA'S INTERPRETER. 



ROSE-BUD, WHITE. 

 Rosa alba. 



TOO YOUNG TO LOVE. 



Untouched upon its thorny stem, 

 Hangs the pale rose unfolding. 



Hurcfu. 



SENTIMENT. 



Turn to thy books, my gentle girl 

 They will not dim thine eyes; 



That hair will all as richly curl, 

 That blush as sweetly rise. 



Turn to thy friends a smile as fond, 



On friendship's lip may be, 

 And breathing from a heart as warm 



As love can ofler thec. 



Turn to thy home! affection wreathes 



Her dearest garland there; 

 And, more than all, a. mother breathes 



For thee for thce, her prayer. 



Too soon oh! all too soon will come 



In later years the spell, 

 Touching with changing hues thy path, 



Where once but sunlight fell. 



Mrs. Otgood. 



